Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no..."

She turned to the side and grabbed a wad of fabric.

Then she turned around and hugged another coat.

She tried to calm herself down by taking deep breaths and sniffing the familiar scents.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

Ever since she was pinned to the bed last time, she has often fantasized about these things.

However, because Mengmeng lacks knowledge in this area, all her fantasies are limited to kissing.

Every time he kissed her from her lips to her neck, her fantasy vanished, and the lights went out.

Just like the net cleanup operation in X River, they can't move anything below the neck.

All her fantasies revolved around him, and her understanding of the opposite sex was limited to him.

He expanded his movements by an inch, and she expanded the boundaries of her own bodily sensations by an inch.

Of course, this was also the first time I had ever seen a complete adult body.

Mengmeng only ever faces herself, so she doesn't notice anything unusual.

While school biology textbooks teach about male and female anatomy, they omit one crucial detail.

"Waaaaaah, what am I going to do?!"

"...I'm so weird!"

She was so anxious that her eyes welled up with tears, and she started biting her little finger.

"He'll see everything then..."

"Won't Bai Weiran think I'm weird?!"

Although he certainly wouldn't say anything, but she... but she...

She felt very inferior, upset, and hated being different from others.

She stopped biting her little finger while struggling with her thoughts, her face contorted in distress. She reached out and lifted her long shirt, revealing her cute, light purple underwear.

She shakily pulled down her panties and looked inside.

She let go, covered her face, and burst into tears, rubbing her eyes as she sobbed uncontrollably.

What should I do, what should I do, what should I do?

Her area was completely bare—

Unlike others, she was completely naked.

How could she possibly say that?

She's so embarrassing!!

After taking a shower and entering the room, Bai Weiran stood in front of the wardrobe, about to knock on the door, but then lowered his hand. Hearing Mengmeng crying uncontrollably inside, he fell silent.

Is being afraid of men a bad thing?

She cried like this after just one look.

I wanted to offer comfort, but there was nothing I could do.

Have you ever seen a victim comfort the perpetrator?

He had a silver tongue, yet he didn't know what to say to comfort her, and sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead.

He felt he had already been quite tolerant.

His actions are worthy of being included in the biographies of sages.

He used to cuddle in my arms all the time, his little hands touching everything, but now he cries at the slightest glance. He's completely confused.

He sighed one last time, didn't open the cabinet door, and walked away without saying a word.

Unexpected twists of fate—

One burst into tears, heartbroken.

An awkward silence ensued.

The two of them misjudged the situation, turning a warm evening into an awkward one.

Not long ago, the eunuch who had lost his testicles was curled up in bed on Friday, wagging his tail and watching the farce, feeling utterly bored.

This cat has no worldly desires.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Mengmeng's Yandere Crazy Thoughts (6K)

The breakfast table was silent the next morning.

This was completely different from his usual cheerful and talkative demeanor.

Mengmeng, who usually stays in bed and needs to be urged three or four times to get up, sat at the table early this morning.

Her big eyes were redder than usual, her little mouth pouted in grievance, and she listlessly used chopsticks to scoop out half a salted duck egg yolk.

While digging, he rolled up his eyelids and stole glances at the person opposite him.

Bai Weiran ate his fermented bean curd with congee, keeping his eyes down and his mind focused.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Mengmeng's nose twitched, and her throat involuntarily choked up again.

She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and carefully dug out the salted duck egg yolk, keeping it intact.

She put the egg yolk in a spoon, stretched out her little hand, reached over the table, and put half of the egg yolk into Bai Weiran's bowl.

He paused in his porridge-drinking motion, looked up, and met a pair of large, red eyes that were cautious, aggrieved, and obviously trying to please him.

Mengmeng's favorite accompaniment to her porridge is salted duck egg yolk.

But now they're all in his bowl.

"...Why don't you eat it yourself?"

Mengmeng held the bowl, turned her face away hesitantly, and looked around anxiously with her big eyes.

"Today I... um... don't want to eat..."

She immediately realized that this statement was incorrect.

It seems like she only gave him food because she wouldn't eat it herself.

She quickly changed her tune.

"...I, I want to give you some to eat today."

As she spoke, she stole glances at his expression, her rosy lips pursed nervously.

She sensed something was off.

Bai Weiran was the same as usual.

But she knew something was wrong.

It seems like she made him angry?

He wasn't exactly angry; he was just suppressing some of his emotions.

It wasn't cold or impersonal; it was still quite gentle.

This made her feel worse than being angry with her.

Was it because she peeked at him while he was showering?

Or was it because she peeked at it, then ran away and cried?

But how could she tell him why she was crying?

Mengmeng was flustered, and her attitude unconsciously revealed a cautious and ingratiating manner.

Bai Weiran didn't want to eat the half-eaten duck egg yolk and wanted to return it to her, but just as she was about to take it, her little hands picked up the bowl, her face full of panicked resistance.

It was as if the world would collapse if he didn't accept even half an apology.

He could only pull his hand back and casually crush the egg yolk to eat with it.

She watched him eat, and the panic on her little face subsided a bit.

Then, like a little shadow, she followed him around with a melancholy and pitiful expression.

He was washing up, and she was pressed against the bathroom door watching him.

He changed his clothes, and she lay on the bed watching him.

He was using the computer, and she ran over to fetch him some hot water.

He was cleaning Friday's litter box when she kicked over Friday's cat bed.

Bai Weiran: "…………"

Although it was too early, he decided to go to work first.

This can't go on.

He knew she was panicking.

But he really was the victim in this incident—he was spied on and ran away crying.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mengmeng hurriedly grabbed his arm.

"...Did you go to work so early?"

She is extremely sensitive to even the slightest disturbance.

He could only use his free hand to touch her head.

"...Something came up at my company."

Pulling away from the arm that was holding me, the instant touch was soft and smooth.

He twitched his brow slightly, pushed open the door and left, leaving Mengmeng behind.